We Can't Write a Poem
By Mr. Toft’s Grade 4/5 class
You must be kidding.
My pen ran out of ink.
I don’t have any paper.
I don’t how to rhyme that well.
My desk fell apart!
My sister won’t let me sit down and write!
I broke my arm.
I can’t see because my glasses are broken.
My eyes hurt!
I ripped my paper.
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is this dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?